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There's a blaring alarm in my head, it's so noisy.,Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.。